A “rest” with the best man

Imagine a cool autumn day three years ago. It was my sister’s wedding day and we’d been up since 7am to get prepped and ready for the ceremony that afternoon.

Within a few hours of meeting my boyfriend, I knew something was going to happen between us. If not before the wedding, certainly at the wedding itself. For those of you who don’t know/new to my blog, I was a bridesmaid, he was the best man.

Anyway, the ceremony and wedding breakfast went wonderfully, and before the reception, we retired to our hotel rooms to rest for a little while before the reception started. Me and my boyfriend were staying in a room together that night.

By this time we were only a few months in to our new relationship. When we finally had a chance to be alone together, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We made out on the bed, all over each other like our lives depended on it.

We both agreed, that had we not got together before the wedding, the wedding day itself would have been the day something happened. Despite my old-school approach to relationships at the time, the chemistry was that strong I wouldn’t have thought twice about taking him back to my hotel room and spending the night together.

God, that would have been an interesting morning after! We would have had to do what the love interests in rom coms do, where one goes to breakfast while the other follows a few minutes later, in an attempt to not make their tryst look blatantly obvious!

I would have had sex with him in the short hour of rest we had, but alas, Mother Nature was paying her monthly visit, so ye olde P in V time was ruled out. Instead, we opted for something else. We got up, kissing each other, and got down on my knees.

Opposite us was a full length mirror, so while I unzipped his trousers and took him in my mouth, he could see everything. I took it slowly, resting my hands on my thighs. We were already pretty worked up so he was really sensitive. He told me how our reflection in the mirror excited him, and I loved how he shuddered and sucked in shaky breaths as I moved.

It got to the point where he was so sensitive with him watching in the mirror, a hotel sexy time fantasy becoming reality, and the fact we couldn’t go all out (let’s face it, messed up hair and clothes just wasn’t an option) that he had to stop me mid-suck. Plus we only had a few minutes to get back downstairs, so we couldn’t carry on or we’d be getting a knock at the door wondering where we were. So we quickly straightened ourselves out and head back down.

“Did you guys have a good rest?” one of the bridal party asked us when we got back for the reception.